Lyrics:
wanna brag? I wanna brag too
Now what you goin' do, when they ask you
Is you goin' tell a lie, or you goin' keep it G
Or you goin' hold it all inside
he just don't understand
It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan
When we strike up the band
Now those drop dead ladies line the very
play
Now how devastating can an MC be?
My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it run!
It's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop
And it's
remember the first tag I hit in the trolley, gettin’ nervous
Listening to Beastie Boys
License to Ill
We should have just chilled
When I look back
We were
again she would bring me bud
And let me beat it up, listenin to "One Love"
Off some jerk chicken, I got mo' bitches
Now I'm fuckin her sister it's gettin
When I wAs A little boy,
(When I wAs just A boy)
And my mother would cAll my nAme,
(When I wAs just A boy)
She'd sAy I hAd to be in the house by 7.
niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up,
Hey girl in the strobing light
What your mama never told ya
Is love hurts when you do it right
You can cry when you get older
Young boy by
boy) hurry up 'cause you're takin' too long
(Talk to me, boy) bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come here for? (I came
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
Get up on this (uh)
Get up on this (uh, uh, uh)
Get up on this (hey)
Get up on this (hit it)
Boy, you really got me going
You got me so
I don't
your soul apart
Gather your wits and hold them fast
Your mind must learn to roam
Just as the gypsy queen must do
You're gonna hit the road
My
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
man, and I just wanna leave with (told y'all it was gon' go like this)
If you ain't got it by now then you just ain't getting it, yeah (ha, yeah)
Let's
take the gold you find
And for your own sake
Hold it in your hand
Now make sure you bite down
And watch your tooth don't break on that wedding band
(We The Best Music)
And now you say you dreamin' 'bout doin' it anywhere
Oh yeah, just tell me where it's on your mind
On your mind (another one)
to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it
Rap gone get that boy found
Then he reached out in his pocket
And that was the moment I regret
"Well now boy, reach for the sky"
Y'all said, "but I don't understand, sir"
my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin' crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin'
Then he reached out in his pocket
And that was the moment I regret
"Well now boy, reach for the sky"
Y'all said, "but I don't understand, sir"
my ear
he's a lame
he said everytime time he hit me
it broke his own domain
now i thinking to my self
shorty got an ass
and know i am like the ghost
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
Ow
Ah, hold up, slow it down
I can see you're new in town
'Cause I'd never, forget you face
That smile you wear was amazin'
I just wanna know
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